Freudian

Freudian War-Horses
2-8-19

In one chapter still loving oneself
Theme is questioned of something mystical
In merely individualistic sufficiency
We were the shipmates and still are
As notes turn blue like the ink of this pen
All of them strong to habitations of horses
Researching reality in its desire to external stimuli
To another Freudian concert in that we need new dreams tonight
And I do what I do psychological knowing its depths
That cannot separate us from his love....





Insofar (As It Is True)
2-8-19

I was a timid polar bear in purple and white
Heaven knows I did struggle for our inner and solitary "I"
In rearangement we have our center in ones introduced substance
And more withdrawal painting sarcasm all over it as to crack open our filbert
And snap into our pistachio making way for the open field insofar as it is true
Where freedom is aligned limited not to conscience
Prove all insofar as it is true
If any lack wisdom let him ask of God whom gives abundantly
Trusting not in intuition....





In Paradoxical Recovery
2-8-19

Whilst walking wearily in the science of a love I no longer question it
In what they bring in paradoxical recovery
Spin the wheel again and take up a freely flowing pen
If you go after my own idols as harlots from the cradle to the grave
Equipped with this openminded blue ink
More than what one could think as we ought
Of this consideration per the Catholic encyclopedia in vows we break
Do now and promise for another Dead day of it......